The scholars give their volumes up to hear The warriors their arms that they may touch The children all their toys to just be near This man. No man was ever loved so much. And now ‘Adiyy bin Hātim son of Tayy Of line defining generosity Found himself in Madinah standing by A grandmother who kept his company He watched him standing on the dusty way Conversing with that frailness bent with years Unhastening despite the long delay Attending reassuring calming fears ‘Adiyy received more than he ever gave Came looking for a king and found a slave
